Silence clung to the cell long after the female undead, believed to be the Blind Grave Oracle, vanished into the corridor.
No one moved. No one breathed properly. Even the two armored men stared at the exit with stiff, lost expressions, as if their bodies had yet to catch up to what their ears had heard.
Lyra rubbed her shoulder against the wall and winced while Felicity's hands trembled involuntarily due to the raspy echo of that whisper - Everything - still scraping along her nerves. Ria was barely holding herself upright.
The two men exchanged a glance.
"Elvardia…?" the older one mumbled.
The younger swallowed hard. "Isn't that the land where both the sexiest and ugliest women exist?"
"Yeah… The dwarf-elf alliance… I think…" the first stroked his chin, deep in thought.
These two, just like their deceased friend, were not the sharpest tools in the shed.
Before anyone could respond, scraping footsteps echoed down the corridor.
Two undead entered.
